I'm looking for a collection of sad poetry

[spookymulder93]

I've been in the mood for some depressing poetry lately and I'm looking for a collection of poems that I can purchase from Amazon.

[Dr Doom]

I like sad poetry myself, not because I'm a depressed person but it's just wahat I prefer reading when I want to read a poem. I don't have any recommendations, but I do like Poe's "Anabelle Lee." Lovely poem.

[Paulclem]

Perhaps you should start your own anthology. Poetry for the P*issed Off.
Sorry.

I must say I prefer sad and depressing poetry to light and cheerful stuff. What about Phillip Larkin? Despite his last name, he mainly examines the depressing realities of life in Britain.

[Delta40]

Daddy by Sylvia Plath.

[sixsmith]

Perhaps you should start your own anthology. Poetry for the P*issed Off.
Sorry.

I must say I prefer sad and depressing poetry to light and cheerful stuff. What about Phillip Larkin? Despite his last name, he mainly examines the depressing realities of life in Britain.

I'd second Larkin. His bleakest collection is probably High Windows.



Friday Night at the Royal Station Hotel

Light spreads darkly downwards from the high
Clusters of lights over empty chairs
That face each other, coloured differently.
Through open doors, the dining-room declares
A larger loneliness of knives and glass
And silence laid like carpet. A porter reads
An unsold evening paper. Hours pass,
And all the salesmen have gone back to Leeds,
Leaving full ashtrays in the Conference Room.


................



High Windows


When I see a couple of kids
And guess he’s ****ing her and she’s
Taking pills or wearing a diaphragm,
I know this is paradise

Everyone old has dreamed of all their lives—
Bonds and gestures pushed to one side
Like an outdated combine harvester,
And everyone young going down the long slide

To happiness, endlessly...............

................................................

[Alexander III]

I would suggest a collection of Leopardi's poetry, he truly is the master of the melancholic poem. I wouldn't know which translation to use however as I read them in the original Italian.

Here is one of my favorite poems of his as a taster


The Infinite

It was always dear to me, this solitary hill,
and this hedgerow here, that closes out my view,
from so much of the ultimate horizon.
But sitting here, and watching here, in thought,
I create interminable spaces,
greater than human silences, and deepest
quiet, where the heart barely fails to terrify.
When I hear the wind, blowing among these leaves,
I go on to compare that infinite silence
with this voice, and I remember the eternal
and the dead seasons, and the living present,
and its sound, so that in this immensity
my thoughts are drowned, and shipwreck seems sweet
to me in this sea.

[S.Amritananda]

O Slave, liberate yourself - By Kabir

O Slave, liberate yourself.

Where are you, and where's your home,
find it in your lifetime, man.

If you fail to wake up now,
you'll be helpless when the end comes.

Says Kabir, listen, O wise one,
the siege of Death is hard to withstand.

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I made a collection a few weeks ago, Burning hard-drive

[PileDriver]

What Happens by Will Pile
What happens when you die?
Your friends and family cry.
The cry, they mourn, they grief and regret.
They cry until their feet are wet.
They cry until the funeral comes.
They say their goodbyes, children twiddle their thumbs.

What happens after the elegies?
Your closest ones drop to their knees.
They pray you're happy; wherever you are.
They pray to their God, night sky, or star.
They pray they're somewhere in your will.
With avarice their minds do fill.

What happens after all that jazz?
The memory of you, no one has.
Life goes on and death stays still.
The Earth is a whale and the dead are krill.
Forgotten by everyone but worms and dirt.
Death comes for the ones that you once hurt.

Coal by Will Pile
My heart was on fire
And it sang like a choir
The fire was doused

And then it was stone
Like a fossil from bone
And then it was crushed

Just a handful of pebbles
No matter my rebels
And then it hardened

Just a lump of black coal
Corrupting my soul
With no end in sight

Now all is quiet
No one to fight it
No one to ignite it.

My Goodbyes by Will Pile
Now is the time to say my goodbyes.
Forgive and forget, try that on for size.
You got lucky, you found someone after me.
You got lucky, he makes you happy.
I really am not the dating type.
My heart's always crushed when my love is ripe.
You, my Flower, have taught me a lot.
You filled in the blanks where I could not.
You loved me when it didn't feel right.
You gave me a feeling that I couldn't fight.
You carried me to heaven, but then I fell.
I fell through the Earth and ended in hell.
Where am I now? Too soon to tell.
Goodbye, adios, au revoir, farewell.

Scarce Love - a Palindrome by Will Pile
Waiting for someone.
That loved you.
after love was scarce.
Not there.
You confused that someone, how?
That's why nothing between you worked.
Someone that surprised.
You were how old?
That love breaks nothing.

Nothing breaks love that old.
How were you surprised that someone worked you between?
Nothing?
Why, that's how!
Someone that confused you there.
Not scarce was love.
After you loved that someone for waiting.

You Don't Understand by Will Pile
You don't understand what I'm willing to do
I'd do anything to grow old with you
You don't understand what you mean to me
I try to be the best boyfriend I can be
You're the background on my phone
I kiss it when I feel alone
But I realized last night at home
in those few hours, my mind did roam
I'm a fast-paced type of guy
I'm going to use the brakes before we die
I'll slow it down; I scared you away
I was clumsy; and I had to pay
I'm sorry for all the pressure
The amount of guilt I cannot measure
Please, Syd, don't apologize
You never left me, in my eyes
Because to me, I know you care
In my heart, you're always there
I know our love will grow with time
I was going so fast it should be a crime
It's the reason that kiss did not feel right
It felt good to me, but you, not quite
I promise you, I won't be so quick
And I hope you feel better from being sick


A collection of Haikus by Will Pile
My heart hurts so much.
Like it was broken in half.
And she was my crutch.

Things were looking up.
But I can only look down.
My feet, wet with tears.

A note to my past.
You are going to get hurt.
But it is worth it.

No other woman
Will ever compare to her.
I need to contrast.

A Sonnet for Sydney by Will Pile
I still don't know how to get over her.
I lie every time I say I don't care.
My heart, my mind, and soul she did conquer.
I loved her too much, it just isn't fair.

Her beautiful face had me at hello.
My Flower, my Cutie, she was my type.
She loves Batman, Spongebob, and plays cello.
But my heart was crushed when my love was ripe.

I guess I just need to find someone new.
Someone to fill the void she left behind.
I need advice, I don't know what to do.
Use some new girl to get her off my mind?

Resisting to cry with all of my might.
Using poetry to help with the fight.

Depression by Will Pile
The sadness that binds me.
Escape, but it finds me.
Sadness, please go away.
It says "Why can't I stay?"
"Because you make me sad."
"Would you rather be mad?"
"Well, of course I would not."
"Then, away with the thought."
"Can I just be happy?"
"Don't want to be sappy?"
"Please just leave me alone."
"But, your heart is my home."
"You only make me cry."
"So you want me to die?"

"I want you to leave;
Let me love another.
I need some room to breathe;
Forget my past lover."

"I've put you through madness;
And you've learned your lesson.
Just don't call me sadness;
When my name's depression."


All of these were written by myself. I hope you enjoy reading my feelings.